well, in the comic books pyron the vapor like guy, lived on a planet where each generation of their species fought the older generation. big battle between the young and old for survival. but some reason pyron evolved into a pure energy god-like form. but needs to feed off other planets to survive. and he now wants earth, becuz of the darkstalkers inhabiting the planet. (- note this is from the comic book)
i haven't played the games in a long while so, i think the story is different.

It is a story as old as humanity itself. Man against monster; monster against self. It is said that the dark ones were born from the very energies that created this inner struggle within us all. All across both our world, and theirs, these darkstalkers exist freely. Each has his, her, or its own reasons for existence, and an agenda, with which they have eternity to carry out.

Deep inside his castle in Romania, the vampire Demitri Maximov awakens for the first time in over one hundred years; long ago in the Demon World, Maximov was banished for an ambitious and traitorous act against the highest nobles. For this, he was exiled with his castle and clan to the human world, and forced to live out his days as a vampire; denied his birthright as a high noble. But the vampire lord is stronger for the experience, and soon he will have his revenge…

Demitri panted heavily as he sat up in his large ornate coffin, “Can it be…? Yes! After a century of sleep, I, Demitri Maximov, awaken.” He stepped out of the box and onto the stone floor, “My body; I can feel that my power has grown substantially.” “Berial, hear me now,” he thought as he made his way up the long, dark staircase, the cool, damp air of the catacombs blowing his cape behind him, “I will have your head on a pike in my own good time.”

A slow, beautiful tune echoed through the upper chamber, which was a splendid, almost gaudy ballroom with a huge painting of Maximov front center over stairs that led up to the right and left to separate hallways. Directly in the middle of that, between the stairways, was a spiky armed luxurious throne.

Out on the floor, which was painted with an exquisite golden design, the murmur of what must have been hundreds of lords and ladies, each dressed in their own unique garb, could be heard as they socialized, danced, and otherwise made merry.

Above everything was a high golden balcony and on that stood an elderly vampire named Carrington. He was Lord Maximov’s right hand man, and he was the first to hear the vampire king walk through the door to the balcony room.

All grew quiet as bold footsteps approached the balcony, and there stood Demitri Maximov in all his might and glory. “L-lord Maximov!” Carrington stammered, “How was your rest?” “Uneventful…” Demitri muttered. Carrington’s eyes widened, “Your power is remarkable milord! Certainly now you feel you have the strength to take your revenge on the Demon World!” With that statement, the room resounded with the cheers of a clan that had waited far too long for its taste of power.

Silence returned immediately as Maximov spoke, “The time is not right for that; we must look not to the heavens above us, but to the earth around us. All across this pitiful excuse for a planet lay warriors of the dark whom, like myself, will sacrifice everything to become that which makes even the highest of powers turn uneasily in their beds at night. Let us gather these ungodly forces of destruction together in the most incredible tournament the human world has, or will, ever see. I too shall compete against these creatures, and when I have systematically eliminated them all, then and only then will I feel that the time is at hand to invade the Demon World!”
~

The sound of lake water running played a calm backdrop to a soothing flute melody as played by a young man with long, tussled silver hair and stormy blue eyes. The scene was evening on a farm-like estate with rolling green hills, a rainbow hued skyline, and the occasional tree dotting the landscape.

The flute playing ceased abruptly as the young man heard an old woman approach him, “Yes?” The old woman smiled with wisdom in her eyes, “I am sorry to disturb your musical interlude, but you did summon me.” Realizing who she was, the young man stood and bowed, “Hai, thank you for coming. …I am very hopeful that your visit will not be in vain like so many others.” The woman was frank, “That remains to be seen.”

“So, you’ve lived with the curse all your life…” The woman said as the two of them took a walk around the estate. “Yes,” the young man replied, “Yes I have; I was born with lycanthropy on my father’s side.”

His eyes grew distant, “…I have tried everything from so-called medicinal cures to intense training to overcome the beast within; all in vain. You are my final hope; no offense of course, but to me it reflects my sad state of affairs that I must turn to witchcraft because I have nowhere else to turn.”

The old crone grunted, “I respect the foundations of your beliefs if you will but respect those of mine good sir, and what I have to tell you won’t be easy to hear, but I will not lie to you Jon Talbain; there is only one way to overcome your inner beast, and the path is most difficult indeed.”

Talbain was desperate, “And that is…?” The witch closed her eyes, “You must reach the top of your abilities; your physical apex. Then, and only then, will you be free of the curse.” Jon pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and unfolded it, “I see… A noble by the name of Demitri Maximov is holding a tournament for dark ones, and I have been invited. I wasn’t going to attend, but this is the only way I see to do what you have asked of me; years worth of training will go into defeating my opponents in this bout.” “If that is the path you choose,” said the old woman from beneath her black robes, “Then I wish you the best of luck.”
~

Castle Aensland was a towering, golden storybook palace; the seat of the Aensland Clan and its renowned military. However, the Aensland’s finest warrior was not a member of its military at all; she was Lord Berial’s succubus mistress, and her name was Morrigan.

Morrigan grew increasingly bored of the life befitting a noblewoman quickly in life and often searched for new ways to get in and out of trouble right under her master’s nose. However, as of late she had taken it upon herself to go ‘scouting’ into the human world and keep up on current events.

It was during one such outing that she found herself in Romania and decided to take a human guise in order to visit a village and not be found out for whom she really was. As she wandered through the noisy village she though to herself, “Now that I’m here, what should I do first? I think I’ll grab a bite to eat…”

She walked over to a shop in the open market, where it was busiest of all, and picked up a loaf of bread, motioning to the shop owner, “Excuse me; how much will you take for this loaf of bread?” “That would be 2£,” the shop owner replied in his gruff voice. Morrigan dropped some coins on the table, turned to walk away, then stopped, “You wouldn’t know where a girl could have some fun around here, would you?” “Well, I don’t know about a girl,” the shopkeeper said thoughtfully, “But his lordship Demitri Maximov is holding a tournament for all darkstalkers bold enough to compete in twelve days; I’m not much of a betting man, but I’d place my wager it’ll be a spectacle.”

Morrigan nodded, “Thank you sir,” and walked away. The shopkeeper took a look at the coins she had laid down, “Could that be real… AND A GOOD DAY TO YOU MILADY!!!”
~

A car honked its horn in the distance, that silent ‘noise’ of any city present. A Latino-style tune played on the radio in the rickety old house, coming out a little canny, as the radio was a little damaged just like everything else. As Mother Kat, a middle-aged woman, cooked over the stove, the door suddenly bolted open and there stood her adopted daughter Felicia.

Felicia put her hands on her hips and pouted, “But really this time mama; see, there’s this big-shot named Maximov holding a tourney for all dark ones; that means I can enter!” Mother Kat’s eyes flashed, “N-O!”

Felicia smiled confidently, “Thought about it and I’m going. Love ya!” With that she ran out the door. Mother Kat, knowing she could never catch up, shouted after her, “YOU MIGHT BE KILLED!!!!”
~

The whistle sounded as the train came to a slow, screeching halt. As the door opened, Felicia walked down the stairs leading off but stopped when she heard a young man’s voice, “Excuse me miss; I think you left this bag.” Felicia took the bag, a little embarrassed, “Thank you sir; may I ask your name?” “Jon”, the young man replied. Felicia giggled, “That’s a nice name. Well, Jon, I’ll be sure to acknowledge you for your kindness when I’m famous.”

“So you’re going to be famous…?” Talbain grinned. “I am!”, Felicia replied, cheery as ever, “Just as soon as I win this tournament!” Jon’s face took a serious tone, “You do realize that the strongest darkstalkers in the world are competing, don’t you?” Felicia shrugged it off, “I’ll be fine; really …hey! Too bad you’re not a dark one; I bet you’re a great fighter with a body like that.” “Actually,” Talbain looked her dead in the eyes, “Too bad for you that I am.” With that he brushed past.
~

The fighters were already gathering in the sunlight at the gates to the Maximov estate, where they were to journey along a path leading half a mile to Castle Maximov. There was Talbain, Felicia with her tanned skin, long blue hair, and furry white cat ears, Morrigan with her long mint colored hair, beautiful curves, and pale skin, and a character we have yet to introduce; he was green mercreature with yellow lining his belly and fins. His eyes were a deep blue like the ocean.

“So, you’re really going through with this…”, Talbain said with concern in his voice. “I sure am! This is gonna be GREAT!” Felicia smiled. “Kids…”, Talbain shook his head, “Have you even bothered to check out the competition?” Felicia blinked, “I was waiting for them to arrive.” Talbain almost snarled, “They’re already here…”

Felicia’s eyes widened, “You don’t mean that lady…?” “She looks beautiful enough, but beauty is only skin deep,” Talbain observed, “That is a succubus, and knowing these kinds’ve tournaments I bet she’s from the Demon World. Watch her close kitten; she may not even wait for the games to begin to make her move.”

Felicia looked over at the merman, “I wonder who he is!” Talbain’s eyes narrowed at the stranger, “I intend to find out.” With that, Jon walked over to the green stranger. “You seem quiet enough for a merman,” he noted. The merman’s eyes shifted to look at Talbain, “You’re here for the tournament… werewolf, right?”

Talbain’s eyes narrowed further, “Did you have to check my scent to find out?” The merman grinned, “Nope, I just looked in your eyes.” With that, he extended a hand to the werewolf, “Some call me Aulbath, but my friends call me Rikuo.” Talbain shook the merman’s hand and smiled, “Jon Talbain.”

Rikuo’s eyes seemed intent on something, “This Demitri Maximov… do you think he’s as strong as in the legends?” “I won’t know until I’ve fought him,” Talbain said thoughtfully, “But I wouldn’t risk underestimating him.” Felicia walked up and, as optimistically as ever, stated, “He’s probably not as strong as he claims; these European types tend to be all talk.” Talbain turned his nose upward to this insult, “I’ll have you know I’m an Englishman and can back up every word.” As if to break the tension, Rikuo stated intelligently, “Hey you guys, we should get moving; the tournament will start this afternoon and we’ve got a long walk.”

As the four fighters mentioned above walked through the gates and made their way toward the castle, just behind the gate waited two sinister figures. One was a pale skinned, bony zombie with spiked violet hair and the other was a tall, dark skinned humanoid with horns. Both had fiery red eyes. “Get a good look at them Zabel,” the tall one said in his deep, commanding voice, “Those are four of your nine targets.” The zombie, now identified ‘Zabel’, tilted his head, “And the other five are…?” “The other four competitors and Maximov.”

Zabel looked to his master, “Any special requirements?” The tall humanoid grabbed Zabel up by his collar bone and lifted him so they were eye to eye, “You will systematically eliminate all of your opponents and then claim victory; do I make myself clear? …And save Maximov for last; get him in his quarters.” With that, he sat the zombie back down on his feet.

Zabel gave him a skeletal grin, “Sounds like a piece’ve cake boss; leave it to me.” The tall humanoid, whose name was Ozom, nodded, “Now go; be ready by the time the tournament begins.” Zabel scampered off into the shadows, what few there were, eagerly awaiting his task to come.
~

The four fighters made their way down the path to Castle Maximov. The grounds were pretty, which put them in the mood to talk as they went. “So,” Talbain inquired, “You’re from the Higher Demon World?” Morrigan nodded, “Yes; I am a lady of the Aensland Clan.” Felicia was dizzy with the conversation, “All these nobilities, it must get frustrating keeping them straight…” Morrigan shrugged, “I never cared to; I have higher ups to do that for me.” “Hmm,” Rikuo noted as he motioned to a large body of water in front of them, “It would appear a river is blocking our path. I can swim across but I don’t know about you.”

“It would also appear that someone brought the boat,” Talbain said as he motioned to a thin young man with long violet hair and sunken white eyes with a large canoe. The man placed a foot on the boat and smiled to them, “Welcome fighters, the name is Zabel; I’ll be your oarsman.”
~

The boat had been traveling a good two hours with Zabel at the oars and the others talking to one another. “I have a question for… Jon, isn’t it?” Morrigan wondered. “’S right,” Jon replied. Morrigan continued, “Why are you concealing your true form; why hide as a human among other darkstalkers…? It makes no sense to me.” Jon’s eyes grew serious, “From one fighter to another; do you show your opponent everything you have before a battle, or do you keep some in reserve in case you need it?” Morrigan tilted her head in thought, “Reserving backup energy… interesting theory indeed.”

“This part of the river is looking too familiar,” Rikuo noted, his sea-going instincts kicking in, “Are you sure you know where you’re going Zabel?” “Oh yeah,” Zabel said in a tone worthy of suspicion, “I know exactly where I’m going…”

“SO DO I!” Talbain cried out, “WE’RE HEADED FOR A WATERFALL ZABEL!!!” About that time Felicia let out a panicked shriek as she saw white water pouring over the huge falls just ahead.

Rikuo nudged Talbain, “On three Jon…” Jon nodded, “One…” Morrigan grabbed Zabel by his collar, “Turn this thing around bonehead! NOW!” Rikuo grabbed Morrigan, “Two…” Zabel smirked, “Sorry, not part of the job; so long suckers!” And with that the oarsman transformed before their eyes into the lanky zombie assassin as he leapt to the safety of the only available branch. Talbain grabbed Felicia, “THREE!” About that time, the boat went over the falls…

There was silence aside from a few birds whistling and the sound of a waterfall running in the distance. The silence was cut abruptly short as there came the four fighters splashing up out of the water. Each lay incapacitated on the bank, coughing up water for a few moments before they could do anything else.

Morrigan was in annoyed disbelief, “I want to know who sent that guy...” Talbain turned his gaze to the horizon, “It’s not important right now; what is important is that we make it to this tournament before it starts and we all get disqualified for our absence.” “Yeah, but… we don’t even know where we are!” Felicia complained. “I do,” Rikuo noted, “I was watching the scenery while you all talked.” Jon Talbain nodded, “Good; it will take most of the afternoon, but if we keep a good pace I think we can make it before this evening.” Morrigan put her hands on her hips, “And how do you suggest we travel?” Talbain smiled, “How else? On foot.”
~

The quartet had been traveling through the spacious grounds of the estate in a set direction for most of the afternoon. Rikuo was absolutely dehydrated, “It’s been so long since I’ve seen anything that even resembles water.” “Almost makes me miss the falls…” Morrigan muttered. “You should conserve your spit,” Talbain said, his survival instinct taking over, “it will keep you hydrated.” “Easy for you to say,” Felicia whined, “You don’t have you put up with all this fur when you’re not transformed!”

Again Rikuo would be the one to break the tension with his observant eye, “Don’t worry; we’re almost there… yes… just over that hill…” “Yes! I can see it!” Talbain cried out, “Only sunset and we’re almost there! C’MON!”

With that, the martial arts master took off at a dead sprint towards Castle Maximov, the others struggling to catch up with him. As they entered the brass gates, which swung open at their arrival, the fancy palace courtyard inside must have looked like paradise with its stone statues and golden trimmed buildings.

The first thing Rikuo noticed was a fountain in the middle of the yard. “Water! It’s water!” he laughed with glee before running over and dunking his head under. Talbain patted his friend on his back, “Get your fill of the fresh water while you can; I’m not so sure what we’ll be dining on at the banquet this evening, but given the size of this place, not to mention the intricate details of every single statue, I’ll bet it’s well-to-do.”

“Ooooh, so pretty!” Felicia smiled as she played with the hand on a statue; it clicked out of place and she sobbed, “It attacked me!” Morrigan almost raised a hand to her out of frustration, “You ditz! That’s the doorbell!”

About that time Maximov’s elderly assistant Carrington could be heard walking out and then stopping as he saw the four of them, “You’re a little late, but that’s understandable. If you’ll follow me…”
~

The inside of the castle dining room was splendid beyond words. Decorations from at least a hundred separate dynasties adorned the walls and someone from any part of the world would easily have felt welcome, which was probably what the decorator had intended for this occasion.

Talbain, Rikuo, Morrigan, and Felicia were seated at the long dinner table, on which was a feast fit for a king, but so were four other guests, three of whom were present in the room; there was a large built royal garbed mummy, a blue skinned, blonde haired flesh golem in tattered clothes, and a well-rounded sasquatch with white fur.

“Do you KNOW that guy?” Felicia whispered loudly to Jon. “Even in the human world, nobles keep tabs on each other,” he replied, “That’s the son of Professor Gerdenheim without a doubt, and his name is Victor. I’ve heard he’s a pleasant chap until you meet him in battle; then…” “Then?” Felicia inquired. Jon flushed, “Well! I only know stories!”

As the sasquatch noisily slurped at his soup, Rikuo approached the mummy, “So! You must be Anakaris, yes? I guess we’ll be fighting in the first round, but between us, I have no hard feelings about who wins; I just came to see what you land dwellers were made of.” Anakaris turned his nose up, “Please; save it for the ring…” and walked off. Rikuo tried to make the best of a bad situation, “Well… I guess he’s not much of a conversationalist…”

About that time Anakaris saw Morrigan and smiled, walking over. “YOU!” he noted in a much more respectable tone, “Milady, I seldom have the chance to speak with one of my own class, but it is an honor.” “Please,” Morrigan scoffed, “Save it…”
~

Jon had detoured from the dining room by this point and stood on a balcony just outside when he swore the wind had picked up. As he realized who and what it was, he growled a low, “you.” The final fighter, a blue skinned humanoid in a red suit of ghastly armor, stepped forward until he was side by side with Talbain, “And you; the lycanthrope noble I have encountered twice before on my journeys. How fares thy own monk?.” Talbain’s eyes narrow, “Well enough.”

The evil samurai gave a silent chuck, “It would seem we are destined to do battle once more come the morn, would it not? Be ready.” With that, he turned and left on the breeze which he had come. Jon went back inside.
~

The various fighters were now chatting, each with his or her own unique gossip to tell. It was probably the single most interesting five minutes of the entire day thus far, but it came to an abrupt half as footsteps approached and the door swung open. There stood Demitri Maximov in all his royal glory.

Demitri’s footsteps echoed as he entered the room, “Fighters; I bid you welcome to my castle. It is my wish that you are enjoying your arrangements this evening; feel free to explore any room on the second through fourth level. Think of this, my friends, as the calm before the storm, for tomorrow, the comforts will end and the blood will spill. Tomorrow, the tournament begins at sunrise. Good evening.” And as quickly as he had come, the vampire lord left the room.

Talbain’s eyes were wide, “And now we know… he’s incredible.” Rikuo was just plain stunned, “I think I am petrified…” “So that’s Demitri Maximov…” Morrigan thought to herself, “I had heard the stories from the old ones, but I never knew he was that strong; I’m trembling… Milord, I will see you in the final round; you have my word.”
~

A hawk flew overhead the next day as the sun rose, letting out a majestic cry as if to signal the beginning of the bout. The arena was very much like Greece’s Coliseum, which made sense as it was in Romania. Carrington and Demitri stood on a balcony overlooking what was easily a thousand spectators, and for them it was a disappointing turnout compared to bouts back home in the Demon World.

Carrington did his best to shout above the noise, “And now, his lordship Demitri Maximov will say a few words to open this spectacle of spectacles.” The noise of the crowd died down quickly as Demitri approached front and center.

He smiled confidently and began his speech, “Gathered here today, are perhaps the eight strongest fighters from across the vast span of time and space; a pharaoh from ancient Egypt, a samurai from old Japan, a traveling merman whose legends proceed him, a mighty sasquatch from the mountains of Canada, a feared golem stirred from his castle in 18th Century Germany, an undefeated werewolf highly skilled in the martial arts, a succubus from the very heart of the Demon World itself, and a cat woman from America not so different from yourself. One of these skilled fighters will make it to the final round of this tournament. There they will face none other than myself in the final round. If they succeed in defeating me, then and only then will they have access to a title that no other before them has ever claimed with honesty; that of the strongest darkstalker in the human world. Each battle will be fought until one fighter exits the ring, be it through unconsciousness, ring-out, forfeit, or death, and the other remains standing. Any style, weapon, or attack of choice is perfectly legal; only the absolute best will advance. May you all fight honorably; let the tournament begin.”

The crowd absolutely burst into a roar of cheers, and just above the noise was the sound of a certain mummy stomping out onto the arena floor. “COME OUT AND FIGHT!” he bellowed, “I WILL DESTROY ALL COMPETITION!”

Rikuo bounded into the ring, high kicking Anakaris back with his powerful swimmer’s legs as he dashed past. Anakaris almost tripped, having to take a couple of steps back to steady his massive body, and growled with humiliation.

As if as a late counter, or an early surprise attack, Anakaris threw his hands forward at Rikuo, bandages attacked and a huge metallic cobra head shield in front of them like a gigantic, skull-breaking yo-yo. Rikuo just barely dodged in time via a high leap and came down with a cracking kick to Anakaris’ face.

The merman smiled, “Give up yet?” Anakaris was red with rage, “FOOL! YOU HAVE ONLY HAD A TASTE OF MY POWER!” The mummy pharaoh began firing bandage-like projectiles, several of which ensnared Rikuo. The heroic green seaman struggled with all his might, but it was hopeless; the sticky linen was pulling him into the chest of his opponent. Once inside it sealed over.

Anakaris laughed, “Today you die my friend, but do not feel bad; we all must meet Anubis face to face someday!” Rikuo quietly exhaled a poison gas from his gills, a special trick of his species, “Someday… but not today you pig.” With a quick swipe of his blade-like fin the gas ignited.

Anakaris was too busy laughing it up to notice Rikuo springing out his back, but laughter quickly turned to a ringing scream as the mummy bursts into a flurry of flames. Again the crowd cheered wildly as Rikuo left the arena.
~

Rikuo had just gotten out of the shower and still had a white towel over his shoulder. The attendants had finally cleaned up Anakaris’ remains and Rikuo found Talbain. Talbain was growling to himself, “I don’t like this…” Rikuo was optimistic, “I’m sure Felicia will do f-“ Talbain cut him short, “I’m not, the kid’s as green as spring and what little I’ve heard about this Victor Von Gerdenhiem I don’t like.”

The crowd died down a bit as the next two fighters approached the arena floor. Felicia was her enthusiastic little self; she gave a peace sign from her fingers to the crowd and grinned, “I’m ready to roll!”

Thunder rolled as Victor took to the arena floor; he was completely silent, but judging by the dull expression on his face, he probably didn’t have much to say. Felicia scratched her head and laughed, “Eesh! He’s big enough… But I bet he’s slow!”

As if to let his actions speak for him, hurled himself through the air at an incredible speed for a guy his size and let his massive fists come crashing to the floor, electricity crackling off them. Felicia rolled out of the way, but just barely, “That was almost TOO close!”

“Watch out Felicia!” Rikuo yelled from the sidelines. Talbain closed his eyes, “He’s got her on the run; it’s over.” Rikuo looked to his friend, surprised by the absolute apathy in this statement.

But it seemed Talbain’s predictions were coming true. Victor closed his fist, which began to glow an eerie blue. Then electricity started arcing and building on it until he had a ball of pure voltage. Finally, he threw it. Felicia got about halfway across the arena before the ball hit her in the back, knocking her off her feet.

Felicia whimpered in terror as large footsteps approached her. In Victor’s eyes was something he had not shown to his opponent before; kindness. He looked up at Carrington and narrowed his deep eyes, “Fighting… is fun… but this… is wrong; I forfeit.” With that, the gentle giant walked off the arena floor.

Carrington shrugged, “Next up in the arena, her ladyship, Morrigan Aensland of the house Aensland, and Quatos the Sasquatch of Sasquatch Village!”

Quatos the Sasquatch was already out there beating his chest and roaring as Morrigan approached the ring. It was all she could do to raise an eyebrow at this spectacle in place of laughter. Morrigan cracked her knuckles, “Let’s do this.”

With her wings propelling her like jet engines, Morrigan made a horizontal dash forward. Quatos leaped off his powerful legs into the air at her. Little did he know what was in store; Morrigan gathered her latent soul energy into a single ball and fired it as he flew through the air at her opponent, “SOUL FIST!”

The attack hit Quatos dead on, sending him up, up, and into the arena wall, where he lay unconscious. Morrigan blew off her hand and smiled, “Well that was easy…”

The crowd went wild with cheers. Rikuo leaned over to Jon and grinned, “It’s your turn amigo; good luck.” Jon nodded seriously, “I’ll need it.” The noise of the cheering crowd seemed to echo in Talbain’s head as he walked down the stairs and approached the arena. When he finally got out there, he assumed a classic stance and shouted, “Bishamon… SHOW YOURSELF!”

Out from a shadowy crevice in the walls walked the man in the red armor that Jon had talked to just yesterday. He walked onto the arena and stanced as well. “I hath unveiled myself to thee,” the monstrous samurai gurgled, “Now stop hiding as a human and return the courtesy, Jon Talbain.”

Talbain’s eyes flashed with rage and he growled, “So be it.” With that said, he clenched his fists and turned his face so he was looking skyward. Every vein in his body began to bulge as he started shaking, and then, it began. Talbain let out a cry that only two kinds of people can pull off; singers and warriors. Before the crowd’s very eyes, and ears, the cry became the howl of a wolf. Jon’s long silver hair had gone blue and white and was now all over his body, which contorted out of shape until it at last achieved the look of a man/wolf hybrid; a werebeast. Last to change were his eyes, from a deep calm blue to a fierce and feral yellow.

Bishamon licked his jagged teeth, “Good! Good!” and rushed forward at Talbain, drawing his sword and aiming for a vertical slice at his enemy. Talbain pulled a pair of nunchuku out and countered the attack. Clang against clang. Metal against metal. Skill against skill. The show went on for a good hour before things took a turn in favor of a fighter one way or another.

Bishamon grinned, “Extremely polished technique! I am impressed!” His comment was followed by a growl from Talbain, “Shut up and fight!” Bishamon’s eyes flashed with anger, “How dare thee criticize the immortal spirit of Bushido!” Talbain absolutely roared “shut UP!!!” and charged forward, his body assuming a fiery white aura as he literally shattered through Bishamon like a cannonball.

A hush fell over the crowd.

END PART TWO

PART THREE

As the sun went down that evening, Jon Talbain sat meditating under a tree when he was approached by Felicia. “So Jon; why are you really here?” she inquired, “It can’t be the title.” Jon sat up, “Why’s that?” Felicia tilted her head, “You’re not the type for prizefighting- more like a teacher.” Talbain grinned to that.

Just beyond, someone was watching the pair’s every move. Zabel had his gun with the silver bullets all ready, but for some reason he just couldn’t shoot; was his aim that bad, or was he getting soft!? He shook it off and smiled to himself, “Tough crowd, those guys; death can wait for them…”
~

The next day at sunrise, the tournament continued. The next two scheduled to fight were Jon Talbain and Rikuo. Rikuo stared at his friend for a moment from across the arena, then stanced, “We knew this would come when we joined…” Talbain nodded firmly, “Ready when you are.”

About that time, the sounds of huge footsteps crackling down on the arena floor were heard from behind the two. The creature known as Ozom stepped forward, an icy stare on his twisted face, “My assassin failed; I shall not.”

Felicia leapt onto the arena from the audience, “You COWARD!” She dashed forward at the evil demon, but he caught her by her leg and snapped the bone between his two large fingers.

“Let her go scumbag; SOUL FIST!” Morrigan cried out from where she now stood on the arena floor and fired her attack. Ozom threw Felicia aside and, with one mighty blow, deflected the attack with his bare hands. “Little wench, do you honestly think you stand to fight the King of Hell!?” he shouted, bellowing with laughter.

Talbain looked to Rikuo, “Get Felicia away from here! GO!” Rikuo nodded, scooped up Felicia in his arms, and ran. The lycanthrope martial arts master then looked to Morrigan, “Ready?” Morrigan nodded, “You know it.” Both fighters took their stances; ready to fight a battle they had no chance of winning.

“Since when do you do your own dirty work Ozom?” a voice called out from the shadows. Ozom turned to see who had spoken when a mighty fist came smashing into his face, knocking him to the ground. The fist belonged to Demitri Maximov.

Ozom stood, roaring with rage, “Since I wanted you DEAD!!!!”

Both Ozom and Maximov circled the arena, each preparing a ball of soul energy in their hands ready to hurl it at the other. Talbain and Morrigan were thrown back against the wall by the sheer force of the two demons’ now fully bared auras.

The entire grounds of the arena began to shake apart as dark clouds gathered overhead, striking lightning down on the now shady battlefield. The audience had long since fled; it was just Ozom and Demitri.

Finally, the demonic bat-like fighters took their stance, flashed their eyes, and fired the projectiles at one another; the sound of the two energies colliding was deafening, and the arena came crashing to the ground with the force of it all.

Neither energy overtook the other for what seemed like an eternity, but then, in the heat of battle it could have been merely five minutes. Finally, Ozom smiled, “I must confess, I’m actually a little stronger but I felt I’d play with you and see what you were made of; to think, you were the one that almost overtook us all those years ago…”

Ozom’s energy started to finally overtake Demitri’s. Just then, Ozom felt something cling to his back. Zabel grinned maniacally from where he held fast at Ozom, his feet digging into the ground as he slowly budged his master upward, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment!”

Demitri didn’t hesitate; he used the attack of opportunity to fire his projectile forward through both Ozom and Zabel, sending them back where they came from; the darkest reaches of the Demon World.
~

About an hour had passed. The clouds had more or less drifted away and the sun was shining through. The fighters were starting to awaken. Talbain grinned to Morrigan, “It’s over… but I never saw this ending coming.” Morrigan nodded, although her attention was focused on a certain vampire, who now stood on the ruins of his once spectacular arena, his cape waving in the wind, “Look Jon… he can stand without burning in the sunlight; he must be a powerful vampire indeed. Maybe even strong enough to get what he wants… the Demon World.”

In the far reaches of space, a comet was hurling itself toward the majestic blue planet Earth. Inside it was a being of immeasurable power. His name was Pyron, ruler of the planet Hellstorm.

Over millions of years at perfecting himself, Pyron had found a way to make himself nearly invincible; he had converted his body to pure energy. However, he had not foreseen the results; becoming the strongest being in the universe had made him more than a match for any would be competitor, and thus, began an eternal state of hideous boredom for the galactic king.

And so it came to pass that every century Pyron would scout a planet for one thing and one thing only; strong fighters like himself. It was that time again; the end of a century, and the planet of choice this time amused him greatly because the old ways of hand to hand combat were still in effect. The planet of choice; Mother Earth.
~

There was a knock at the door; Felicia ran to answer it in her pink bathrobe. When she opened the door, there stood a familiar young man with long silver hair and stormy blue eyes. “Jon…”, she smiled.

Jon handed her a bouquet of sweet smelling flowers, “May I come in?” Felicia smiled again and nodded, “Of course.”

The two of them sat at a table in her little apartment and talked for some time. “So, how’s life been treating you?” Felicia asked as she put the flowers in water. “Well, about two years ago I opened a dojo; you should see the kids…” Talbain grinned, “They learn so fast. It makes me proud.”

Felicia leaned back in her chair, her eyes somewhat distant, “It’s really been five years since the tournament; wow… time sure flies!” Talbain nodded, “Yes… it most certainly does…”
~

Rikuo washed up on the shore of the island. As he stood on his two green legs in the sand, he surveyed the land around. It was desolate aside from a few trees lining the coast; why had this island called out to him like it had? Was there something here for him to find that he did not see?

Confused and alone, Rikuo took a walk around the edge of the island, keeping his eyes peeled for anything; he never doubted his instincts as an adventurer. Finally, about at the heat of noon, he turned to leave the island as he was getting dehydrated when a deep, gruff voice called out from up in a tree, “Wait! Don’t leave me!”

Rikuo looked up to see a white furred, and somewhat plump, sasquatch sitting up in the tree eating bananas. The sasquatch waved to him, “Hello; my name’s Quatos. My boat crashed here several months ago and I’ve been stuck ever since. The bananas are great but I miss my family.”

Rikuo sighed, “My child was born two years to this day, but I must find a better home for my he and my mate, and so my quest continues. Believe me, I know what it’s like to miss family; is there any way I can help you?” Quatos jumped down from the tree with a thud, “Not unless you can get me off this rock.”

Rikuo smiled thoughtfully, “I could build us a raft and take us out to see; what do you think my friend?” Quatos only nodded; his eyes were wide with attention that something that looked like a second sun approaching from the sky, “Mr., I think we may be needing that raft sooner than later…”
~

The hunter was silent as death as he walked through the cold, wasted marshes. He was a tall, muscular-built man with long braided hair, a sword to his back, and red and yellow monk robes that covered just over half his body.

He stopped when he heard crying in the distance, turned, and walked towards the sound. It was coming from a little girl no older than eight or nine. She had huge, empty eyes and long brown hair in braids like his.

“Do not cry, little one,” he said with a gentle smile, “This world is so often a cruel and unforgiving place, but it has room for kindness and compassion as well.”

The girl looked up at him with those sad, dead eyes, “Kindness and compassions are illusions conjured up by men who think they can change the world for the better; I see only misery and death.”

The hunter closed his eyes, “So young, and yet already you’ve seen far too much suffering in life. I give you my word as a vampire hunter that I will not rest until the dark ones are defeated and the world is safe. As sure as I am standing here speaking to you now, I am on a quest to find and destroy the vampire lord Demitri Maximov. His influence is widespread in these lands and many have suffered at those blood-wrought hands of his. For him, I will show no mercy.”

With that, the hunter turned to walk away. The girl followed.
~

They sat on a hill that fateful sunset night; two sisters who, while no longer a part of this world, were very human at heart. One was Hsien-Ko the battle twin, and the other was Mei-Ling, the negociative twin.

“How long has it been,” Hsien-Ko turned to her sister, “Centuries? How long since the darkness came and took our mother from us? We tried so hard to bring you back mother...” she lamented with a tear in her eye, “But all we’ve done is make ourselves like them; dark and ugly. Specters of our former selves…”

Mei-Ling looked up at her sibling, “We did what was right at the time. Besides, now that the light has started descending towards the Earth, the truly evil dark ones are having their fun and we’ve been busier than ever. Perhaps the power we gained from the dark will be our undoing, and yet, it seems to get the job done…”

Hsien-Ko’s eyes widened with inspiration, “Sis; you’re a genius!” Mei-Ling blinked, “I am?” Hsien-Ko hugged her sister tightly, “If we can gather a team of good hearted darkstalkers like us together, we can beat the light when it arrives!” Mei-Ling crossed her arms, “It’s so crazy it just might work…”

Hsien-Ko jumped up, hyper with excitement, “Finally, we can properly avenge our mother! I’ll grab the Demon World directory; you go make us some tea.”
~

Quatos and Rikuo were adrift at sea on a raft made of wood tied together with seaweed when the sisters found them the next day. “Good afternoon,” Mei-Ling properly greeted, “You must be Emperor Aulbath and Quatos the Sasquatch.”

Quatos looked to his friend, “You said your name was Rikuo…” Rikuo narrowed his eyes, “It is; that’s my common name, and I lost my kingdom years ago so I’m now ex-Emperor Aulbath. What can I do for you ladies.”

Hsien-Ko grinned, “Long story short you’re both a couple of darkstalker heroes from the Human World and we need your help to destroy an evil that approaches from the sky itself. You surely see the extra light in the horizon, don’t you?”

Rikuo nodded, “Ok, that I get but how did you find us out here in the middle of nowhere?” Mei-Ling held up a black book, “This is the Demon World directory. It can locate any darkstalker on Earth or Demon World at any given time. We use it in our hunt for evil dark ones.”

Rikuo looked to Quatos, and Quatos nodded. “I guess that leaves us with just one little question; where do we sign?”
~

Castle Gerdenheim was quiet as usual. The halls that once echoed with electrical crackles now echoed with a chilling silence. Naturally, Rikuo and Quatos were nervous as they walked up to knock on the gates. “Why do we have to do this instead of the girls anyway?” Quatos complained. “Because we’re heroes now; this is what we do.”

With a heavy sigh, Quatos knocked hard on the door with his huge fist. The rust old door fell right off its hinged and came crashing to the ground. Both the sasquatch and the merman’s eyes widened. All Quatos could stammer was, “Oops…” Rikuo tried, as usual, to make the best of a bad situation, “Maybe he won’t notice…?”

“You guessed wrong,” Came a booming voice from behind them. Both of the would-be heroes froze in place for a moment before turning to see Victor Von Gerdenheim standing there tapping his large foot.

Rikuo was the first to break the awkward silence, “I’m really sorry about your door sir; my friend doesn’t know his own strength. We promise we’ll replace it!” Victor glared, “What are you doing at my castle.”

Rikuo took a step back, laughing nervously, “Well, it’s actually kinda funny! See, we met up with these twin hunters of the dark the other day and now we’re on a quest to collect the strongest good darkstalkers to defeat a monstrous force that’s coming at us right now from the sky itself. Yep… that about sums it up; interested?”

Victor glared deeper, “No.” Rikuo shrugged, “Well, there’s no arguing with an answer that straight; let’s go Quatos!” Sasquatch was glaring back, “Listen here! You can hide in your broken down castle all you want, that is, unless this task force fails and the battle comes home anyway. We need every available fighter! The question isn’t whether you’re in or out; it’s what kind of man are you.”

Victor scratched his head in thought, “I’m… not a man; I’m a Victor. But you are right. The time to act is now.” He smiled, “Take me to your leader.”
~

Jon Talbain had stayed the night crashed on the couch at Felicia’s place, but the sun had risen and now the two of them were taking a walk before he would have to return to his dojo in England by plane. It wouldn’t happen quite as he had planned, because the couple met up with an old, finned friend along the way.

“Rikuo, is that you?” Felicia asked in shock, “You haven’t aged a bit in the last five years!” Rikuo smiled faintly, “Merpeople stay young longer than most creatures. I’m actually here on business; your business.”

Jon tilted his head, “What do you mean Rik?” Rikuo nodded firmly, “Right, let’s get down to the point. Look up in the sky; see the sun?” They both looked up, “Yes.” “Good, now look a little to the right. See two of them?”

Talbain scratched his head, “Yeah, that’s just weird…” Rikuo nodded again, “That light is a horrific evil. An evil that no one person can stop, which is why some of the darkstalkers from around the world, the best of the good ones anyway, have decided to form a task force to deal with this menace.”

Talbain smirked, “And you want to know if we’d join, ne? Well all you had to do was ask bud; we’d be honored.” Rikuo smiled, “You guys are making this so easy. I’m glad to have you aboard.”
~

One week from the day the task force finally assembled, consisting of Hsien-Ko, Mei-Ling, Rikuo, Quatos, Victor Von Gerdenheim, Jon Talbain, and Felicia, a force unlike anything the world had ever seen landed right on its surface. The Earth’s initial reaction to crack under the strain of Pyron’s landing, as if a crater had shot right into it.

Pyron smiled at the fact that, while he had chose a location for landing at random, he had still arrived in a fairly low-key area that was barren and almost devoid of any sort of activity. “Now then,” he said to himself, his voice echoing for miles, “I need to give these Earthlings a show to bring out the strong ones. Only those with true power will dare challenge the might of Pyron!”

With a mere wave of his hand, Pyron fired a missile of pure flaming energy towards the nearest town, several miles from where he stood. The missile hit its target, and the entire city went up in a huge mushroom cloud just like that. Pyron repeated this gesture without moving a foot until he had destroyed every city in a hundred mile radius. “This is all very amusing,” he mused, “But I do not think it will get my message across before my patience wears thin with this planet; I suppose I shall resort to more drastic measures…”

Pyron inhaled, and then as he exhaled, he yelled this message which was heard round the world, “FIGHTERS OF EARTH, THE TIME HAS COME TO DEFEND OR DIE; I, PYRON, RULER OF HELLSTORM HAVE COME TO CHALLENGE THE STRENGTH OF THIS TINY BLUE WORLD. I HAVE ALREADY WIPED OUT AN ENTIRE URBAN SYSTEM AND PLAN TO DO IT AGAIN, AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN UNTIL THE STRONG ONES SHOW THEMSELVES. I’M GLAD WE UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER NOW; HAVE A PLEASANT DAY.”

END PART ONE

PART TWO

Though Pyron actually first landed in Australia, most of which he was currently destroying, our heroes were gathered in China at Hsien-Ko and Mei-Ling’s shrine. Talbain clenched his now furry, clawed fist and growled, “Who knew he was this strong; we have to stop him at all costs.”

Hsien-Ko’s face took a serious turn, “We’re gonna need one hell of a plan you guys. Any ideas?” Felicia spoke up, “Maybe if we send a scout we can find out what Pyron’s made of and then use it against him.” Hsien-Ko nodded, “So be it, any volunteers?”

For a moment, nobody spoke. Finally, Rikuo stepped forward, “Here’s your scout; right here. I know the oceans better than anyone in this group and I travel fast.” Sasquatch stepped forward as well, “You saved me from a life stranded on an island; I won’t let you go without me.” “Alright then,” Hsien-Ko said, “You two go ahead and figure out what Pyron’s weakness is; we’ll wait for you here. Please hurry before he destroys the world we’re trying to save!”
~

Demitri had heard of the approaching light; he tried not to think about it as it was just one more thing between him and his ultimate goal; total domination of the Demon World hierarchy. His castle seemed to be cast upon by dull, lifeless shadows as he had long since forbid the clan entry to the main throne room except at the most gracious occasions such as balls.

Perhaps it was because of this eternal silence and the boredom entailed that the vampire lord smiled when he heard a voice call, “Get up, Maximov” from behind him. “Very well,” he said, rising from his throne and turning to meet his guest; it was the hunter and the little girl. Demitri gave a short laugh, “Have you come out of sport, or does some lost relative owe their death to my most lethal hands?”

The monk stepped forward, drawing his sword from its resting place on his back, “I am Donovan Baine, a vampire hunter; I come only to destroy the evil that haunts these walls, permeating it with the stench of blood; I speak of you.”

Demitri clapped, “A well worded insult my young friend, and yet I sense the blood of a vampire in you. So, if I am a vampiric murderer, and you are a vampiric vampire killer, what does that make of us but brothers on opposite sides of the fight.”

Donovan’s eyes narrowed, “The blood of a vampire-spawn runs through me like a tainted river, yes, but I will never be like you!” With that, the hunter charged forward, letting out a battle cry as he attacked the high vampire head on.
~

“I wonder if we’re close; check the book thingie!”, Quatos rumbled. Rikuo whipped out the Demon World directory and looked it over, “Yes, I think so, we’re making good time; according to this he’s in the next city over.”

“I can see it!” Quatos shouted excitedly. “Not so loud! He’ll hear us!” Rikuo whispered loudly at his friend. Slowly, cautiously, they approached the next town.

It was a worn out stretch of southwestern throwback to the gold mining days and its name was Guzzle Flats, named for the guzzling spring in the center of the town. People were mostly running and screaming for their lives as the god-like Pyron walked through, his eyes blazing like two green flames and his body like a tall, golden minotaur. Everything he stepped on or even around seemed to just melt as if thrown in a bonfire.

Rikuo and Quatos were watching all this from a safe distance, but it wasn’t hard to see why this was undoubtedly the greatest menace to Earth, and even the Darkstalkers, since Ozom appeared at the tournament all those years ago.

Quatos turned to his friend, “This is horrible! We have to do something!” Rikuo nodded, “Yes… if I only knew what…”
~

The clang of sword against a metal-like claw resounded through the desolate hallways again and again as the two vampires clashed steel, strength, and stamina. Finally, they clashed and held in a horrific struggle.

Neither fighter seemed to be giving way until Demitri noticed something; the little girl. “What’s her name? Is she a vampire like us?” “Her name’s Anita; what do you care!” Donovan growled back at him. In the instant when Donovan let up his guard in shock to the question, Demitri ran him through with the claw.

Donovan spurted blood from his throat as he fell to his knees. Demitri took a step back and smirked, “Never let go in a struggle against a superior fighter; you’re obviously not as good as you fancied yourself to be.”

Just then, an aura of white light surrounded her, and then ever so slowly, began to surround Donovan as well. Donovan’s wound was… slowly regenerating back as if nothing had been there! Donovan pulled himself to his feet, “So, that’s your true power Anita… while we hold the power of death, you hold the power of life.”

Demitri was stunned and humiliated. “Little wench,” he growled low, “You have not seen the last of Demitri Maximov; I stake my immortal soul on it!” And with that said, he transformed into a bat and flew away. Donovan’s ordeal was over… for now.
~

Rikuo was horrified by what he saw; this flaming behemoth of a fighter was literally tearing the city apart, apparently just so he could get his way. Something had to be done, and fast; he was willing to risk his life on it if only he knew what to do! Then it happened; something snapped and he knew.

Rikuo raised his hands to the air, his eyes flashing a brilliant light blue. “MAY YOU FEEL THE RAGE OF THE WORLD YOU HAVE RAVAGED; THE RAGE OF HER SEA! OCEAN RAGE!”, his voice echoed as the spring began to explode upward into a giant tidal wave with the force of Rikuo’s telekinetic attack.

The humungous wave barreled down on Pyron, and when it washed away into the dusty gutters of the streets, Pyron seemed to have vanished. Quatos was shocked by the whole incident, and yet overjoyed, “I think we did it!”

“Wrong!” a voice boomed from the sky. Rikuo and Quatos looked up to see Pyron appearing in the air on the end of a teleport, his arms folded over his chest. “My turn,” the evil alien glutted. Without another word he teleported behind Rikuo and kicked him through the curb, wedging him into the ground.

“Leave my friend alone!” Quatos roared, charging at the tyrant. Quatos inhaled as he ran, then exhaled, a furious ice beam firing from his mouth that completely engulfed Pyron. Quatos skidded to a stop.

All seemed quiet for a moment. Then, as Quatos squinted his eyes for a closer look at the giant ice sculpture, he noticed a glowing within that got brighter and brighter. Finally, the entire thing was glowing brightly. Then it started to crack.

Before Quatos’ very ice, the entire heap of ice exploded into shards, and there stood Pyron, completely unharmed. Pyron threw his fist, a rough structure made out of pure energy, at Quatos, catching him on fire and forcing him to run, drop, and roll to put out the intense flames.

As Quatos looked over at his incapacitated friend from where he himself lay, he knew the inevitable had come; the two of them were no match for Pyron. They were sadly out of their league on this one. Pyron put his hands on his hips, “Is this what you call strength? I find this boring! BORING! I will waste no more time here!”

Quatos winced his eyes shut, waiting for his demise… but it didn’t come. After about a minute, Quatos opened his beady red eyes to see that hope was not completely lost after all. It seemed that Jon, Felicia, Victor, and Hsien-Ko had arrived on the scene and were quadruple teaming the monstrous Pyron, their combined power enough to reasonably hold the beast at bay.

Talbain assumed a white glow, charging his body quite literally through the monster in his signature move, the beast cannon, while Hsien-Ko knocked him off his feet with her giant claw arm. Felicia jumped up, up, and down, landing on the alien’s face, which she proceeded to scratch up beyond recognition. Victor grabbed Pyron from behind, holding him in place.

Pyron had had enough. He clenched his fist, flexed every cell in his body, and let out a scene-shattering roar that threw all four of the heroic challengers onto their backs. As soon as he was free of interruption, he proceeded to shift his body back into place as if it were completely made of molten lava.

Talbain was the first to stand back up, “Monster! I won’t let you destroy any more innocent lives! I may never be free of my curse, but I’ll make damn good use of it if I can save the world just once!” As he said the words, he began to tense and swell out of shape, his body growing blue and white fur. Finally, he assumed the beast form and charged the evil invader with a mighty howl.

As the werewolf charged, he noticed something; Pyron had increased to easily five times his original size since reforming and was now a giant. As Talbain approached, Pyron smacked him aside like a small dog with one of his huge hands.

The resilient Talbain skidded round and charged again. Without or without any hope of victory, this was it; this was his chance to be a hero. To his surprise, he would be getting help yet again as Hsien-Ko stood up, ran by, and shoved a bomb into Pyron’s system, burning her hand but getting the job done.

Pyron’s eyes widened as he swelled, and exploded. Pieces of molten debris scattered on the wind, burning the buildings, although that really didn’t matter now that the town was empty aside from six would-be heroes and the remains of a would-be menace to the future of the planet.

Slowly, but surely, the pieces of Pyron were regathering into a composite whole. Once the initial pieces had gathered together, the single writhing mass slowly took a shape before the frightened spectators eyes. There stood Pyron; back from extermination.

Victor’s eyes widened, “There’s no way… we can’t beat him!” “No,” called a voice, “But I can.” A figure walked forward from behind a building; it was a familiar monk with a sword on his back and his long hair in a braid.

The monk stepped up to Pyron. He threw down his sword first, then the beads around his shoulder. He looked deep into Pyron’s green eyes, the fires of a man determined burning in his own, and with confidence that could shatter even the greatest of men, said, “The only true battle is the battle within. To look for justification in battling others is the act of a fool.”

Pyron tilted his head, “I do not understand. Foolish Earthling, your logic matters not to me! I am ruler of the universe and am only interested in your fighting prowess. Fight me.” Donovan smiled with that same confidence as before, “Attack me if you can.”

Pyron was enraged. He threw his fist downward, but Donovan just caught it and threw the monster onto his back. Pyron stood, roared so loud that the Earth shook, and charged at Donovan… who stepped aside, tripping the gigantic alien.

Pyron stood again, “No more games!” Donovan furrowed his eyebrows, “Why not? I thought you wanted real competition.” Pyron shook it off, “No! No one beats Pyron! He is KING! Die Mortal!!!!” Pyron extended his hand, forming a ball of solid energy in his hand, sizing it up so it would completely engulf Donovan, and then throwing it.

Donovan finally picked up his sword and took a step forward, a strange blue aura surrounding his body. The spirit of a beautiful ice elemental rose from his body and fired, through the sword, a beam of frost that not only converted the energy ball Pyron had sent into a frost ball, but sent it back on the wind to its new target; the alien himself.

The ball went inside Pyron. There was no effect for a moment. Pyron laughed, “Is that the best you can do mortal? Ha! Pyron is bored with this planet! Bored with its boring inhabitants! When I am done with you I will destroy this boring planet!”

Donovan smiled again, “Look down.” Pyron looked down, and to his horror, an irreversible change had begun; his body had begun converting itself from fire into frost and was drifting away into the wind. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!?” he bellowed at the monk.

“It’s odd. Moments ago I hated myself for the dark blood in my body,” Donovan shouted over Pyron’s screaming, “But a very special little girl showed me that there is beauty in darkness, and I found my true power. It may not be enough to save my soul from eternal damnation, but it was enough to beat you.”

Pyron’s final scream rang out as his body completely converted into frost and drifted away at the nearest wind.
~

Mei-Ling and Felicia were tended to the wounds of the badly beaten such as Rikuo, Hsien-Ko, and Quatos, Talbain looked to Donovan, who was turning to leave with his little friend Anita.

“So where are you headed now stranger.” Talbain said with a grin. “I’m going to find myself; my true self,” Donovan said with a smile of his own, “I’ve been searching for answers to my past for so long… perhaps it’s time to look for a future”

That's.... a whole lot of stuff there. A whole lot. But.... where did you get that information? Canon wise... Capcom hasn't said much of anything on the Darkstalkers story. As far as I know, only one fight has even been confirmed. That fight was between Demitri and Pyron... and in the end Demitri consumed Pyron. Apparently Demitri was banished from the demon world for challenging Belial Aenslead, Morrigan's FATHER, for leadership. Belial is supposed to be gigantic, and blasted Demitri and his castle into the human realm for this offense.

As for Morrigan, it's confirmed that she's the most powerful Aenslead... even more powerful than Belial. But not until after she fully recovers the part of her that Belial separated from her and sealed - namely Lilith.

Remember, Capcom hasn't cannonized any anime, manga, comic books, or anything else for any of their games. Only what is stated in official releases or confirmations from Capcom of in-game events matter.

That being said, I'd defintely like to know where you got your information, cuz if all of it's true, then it's about damn time Capcom gave us some story info for Darkstalkers.